The Women in My Family: Their Untold Stories
They say history is written by the victors, but in my family, history was woven in silence—stitched into the hems of dresses, folded into recipes passed from hand to hand, buried beneath the hush of customs and expectations. The women in my family were not conquerors of lands, nor did they sign treaties or sit in parliament halls. But they conquered poverty, war, heartbreak, and silence. And though their stories were never officially told, they remain alive—in glances, gestures, and the quiet strength passed from mother to daughter.
